BARTOLOMEO KILLED BY THE BISHOP. 377

killing eight of liis assailants, he was disabled by a ballwhich broke his wrist; his eldest son, who that day waswith him, was shot through the thigh and could not standup to fire, whereupon, despairing of further resistance, andcursing the blood-thirsty Bishop,—tenderly embracing hisson, he drew his stilo and stabbed himself to the heart. Soperished poor Bartolomeo, a man who, had he been placedin different circumstances, would have been an ornament tosociety and an honour to any country in the world. TheBishop of Aversa was now placed in an awkward situation.He had committed himself by his avowed open reconciliationwith Bartolomeo when his first attempt to murder him hadfailed. He had even invited him to visit him under pre-tence of seeing so brave and fine a man ; but, although thehonour had been evaded, the fact was known to those whohad been entrusted with the message. The priest, however,got pretty well out of the dilemma; he managed to throwall the odium on the police and the odious Guidobaldi, andfurther to screen himself, he caused Bartolomeo to be verydecently interred at Aversa, gave every assistance to hiswounded son whom he screened from prosecution by thepolice, and gave him some good employment about hislands. The younger brother took possession of his father’spagliara, and is now there, for aught I know, shooting gameand ducks, and catching eels as his father did before him.The excellent mother resided with her eldest son, and wasjoined on every Saturday night by the younger from hispagliara.

In addition to this conspicuous inhabitant of the Maremmedi Patria, whose death I have recorded, I was acquainted withseveral others, besides such as I was in the habit of hiringto take me about duck, woodcock, and snipe shooting inthe winter. Amongst the most remarkable were threebrothers who were dealers in game, and, I suspect, had had